I’ve been in the mindset of college kid and that being a student was my job, but it wasn’t until recently that first full time job was that of a military wife. And while my schooling is important, when my husband does come home it’ll be 2 years that he’s been in the Army and I have only seen him 4 times within that amount of time. I really need to be with him. I really don’t like being away from him that long.
This is my reasoning for putting off school, but I also know that I’ll be able to finish when he’s done with this final duty station. Another thing that I’m tired of hearing, “when does he come home?” or “That must be hard”. It’s driving me insane. I’m tired of all the same mundane questions that even close family and friends ask. If you want to know when he comes home, ask him. He would really appreciate the conversation, because for some crazy reason no one but his sister and I talk to him on a regular basis.
And how hard is it? Most people complain and get heart broken over a weekend or a few days without talking to their significant other, but I go weeks sometimes months without a phone call because he’s in field training or some other thing. And I’m one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have their significant other in a dangerous area where when he gets off duty he can call home or even skype me. I would like to be in a place where the people there understand what I’m going through, and will have more than just my cats and thoughts to keep me company. Oh wait, I’ll have my husband. I’m more than excited to leave this place. I’m ready to be the “dependapotomus” or “Sally Home-Maker” that Makwa, my hubby bear, wants me to be. I’m ready to be with him again. Let’s go.